Grindelwald... Dead?

Arctic,

It felt like being plunged into eternal night.

It's not that the sun is completely invisible; it shines in the distant distance, like a fallen star.

But that light, decadent and gloomy, was like distant fireworks, faint and dim.

In this interplay of light and shadow, a row of sleds, pulled by reindeer, appeared on the sea.

A cold wind swept across William's face, carrying a salty, damp scent.

He hid his face in the thick scarf Hermione had knitted, revealing only his two green eyes, and kept memorizing the route.

Elsa truly lives up to her Veela living in Northern Europe.

She twirled and leaped... like an elf, running from her sled to William's side.

Elsa leaned closer, her voice slightly louder than the wind, and asked:

"Bathie didn't send you a message back, did she? She won't tell anyone she lives here!"

William turned his head and glanced at Olaf on her shoulder, his attention completely drawn to her.

Olaf are small, gentle Fantastic Beasts that live in the snow and are similar to Ashwinder in flames.

Olaf possesses extraordinary keen senses, enabling him to guide through blizzards and dense fog.

This is a very useful Fantastic Beasts!

So William secretly winked at it.

Come on, Uncle will take you to Hogwarts to see the Little Merpeople...

William noticed that Elsa was still glaring at him, so he casually replied:

"So how do you think I found this place? If you don't believe me, go ask her yourself."

"Oh..." William added, "You don't know where Babbling went, do you?"

Elsa bit her lip and glared at William: "What's your relationship?!"

William finally shifted his gaze from Olaf to Elsa.

He remembered Babbling, the beautiful vampire, who shared his hobby:

That is, they all like pretty girls.

Babbling was especially kind to Hermione and always wanted her to stay overnight.

Before Babbling left Northern Europe, could she have been a heartless woman who abandoned Elsa?

"Professor Babbling was my teacher, but I don't know where she is now."

"What she's doing... I don't know either," William said.

Can it do it?

He was definitely impersonating William and harassing female students in Ilvermorny.

When William went to Ilvermorny, he probably had a lot more ex-girlfriends.

Fuck (an activity)

That bastard!

William and Elsa both cursed Babbling in their hearts.

"William, look over there, what's that?" Hermione suddenly pointed into the distance.

William turned his head and looked over; even though the visibility was poor, he still recognized it.

"It's a Norway whaling ship."

"Isn't whaling prohibited?" Hermione asked, bewildered. "How come there's a whaling ship here?"

That's right... At the 34th International Whaling Commission, a resolution was passed to temporarily halt commercial whaling after 1986.

But this kind of behavior has always existed.

Cherry Blossom Country became infamous because of this.

However, when it comes to whaling numbers, Hon Country is just doing it for fun; we should look to the West.

For example, the two Northern Europe brothers, Norway and Iceland... together with Japan, they are known as the "Big Three" whaling nations.

Cherry Blossom Country has no shame, using "scientific research" as a pretext for whaling.

Norway, on the other hand, seem much more "straightforward".

Too lazy to exploit loopholes, too lazy to find excuses, adhering to the Viking pirate style: you say your piece, I'll do mine.

Norway kills more whales each year than Japan and Iceland combined, making it the world's number one whale killer.

Therefore, the inherent flaws of a maritime civilization lacking order... this statement is not just a casual remark.

As the reindeer galloped, the group gradually moved away from the European continent and closer to the Arctic Ocean.

Huge glaciers, like vast shadows, stretch across the sea.

The swirling snowflakes blocked the way forward, completely obscuring the starlight that had once provided some light.

William then understood why he had to go to Lapland first.

Without the Yeti and Olaf to guide them, they would never find their way and would simply get lost in the blizzard.

After traveling for several miles, the reindeer entered a crevice in the glacier and descended about seventy meters down a passage, where they found a spacious open area resembling the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

At the end of the open space lies a dark cave; this is the final stretch of the road.

It was initially extremely narrow, but after striking it dozens of times, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

The blizzard vanished completely, as if isolated by a glacier. Starlight then began to fall.

William stood at the cave entrance, gazing into the distance.

This is a vast snowfield, with Olaf and Yeti scattered here and there.

Hermione had already cleverly pulled out her binoculars and looked around.

She suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "William, look over there!"

Where Hermione pointed, there were two cold, lonely, hemispherical igloos that looked like a large pot turned upside down on the ground.

"Walk!"

William tugged on the reins, and the reindeer pulled the two of them toward the snow hut.

Gregorovitch sat at the door of his igloo, holding a small bowl, thinking about his cabin.

Since being taken away by Grindelwald in Venice last July, he has endured many hardships along the way.

Right now: I'm in the Arctic, and I've been adrift for a year.

It's pitiful that he's over a hundred years old, and still has to suffer like this in his old age.

However, he had no choice but to follow Grindelwald; it wasn't like he hadn't tried to escape in the middle of the night before.

But after running only a few miles, the North Sea Kraken suddenly appeared.

If Grindelwald hadn't appeared in time... he would have died many times over.

Gregorovitch also figured it out:

The North Sea Kraken's target... was him!

Realizing this, all he wanted to say was:

"Waaaaah, if I've done something wrong, please let the law punish me, instead of letting me be attacked by an octopus."

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But fortunately, there's always a way out.

Grindelwald said that following him would ensure his survival... so Gregorovitch had no choice but to obediently follow.

Then, we arrived at this run-down place.

The food in the rings William and Hermione had given them was almost all gone.

Gregorovitch had no choice but to make a living by fishing every day.

But as all anglers know... they can catch anything except fish.

Gregorovitch is eating so much seafood he's almost developed anorexia.

He held the bowl of soup, picked up some vegetable roots he'd gotten from who-knows-where, closed his eyes, and murmured:

"This isn't pickled vegetables, this isn't pickled vegetables... this is braised pork intestines, this is braised pork intestines."

A while ago, Grindelwald told him that William and Hermione were coming soon.

Dark Lord... if they really want to come, then let them appear before me now.

"I really, really want to drink... hand-ground coffee!" Gregorovitch wailed.

We don't have any hand-ground coffee, but would you like some ice cream?

A voice suddenly rang out from afar.

Gregorovitch suddenly opened his eyes, turning his head so quickly that he twisted his neck.

A reindeer landed in mid-air, and two young wizards, bundled up in heavy clothing, stood on the sled behind it.

Gregorovitch's tears fell with a thud.

"Am I dreaming? William, Hermione, you two came to save me?" The old man choked with emotion.

"Yes." William jumped off the sled and asked, "Where is Mr. Grindelwald?"

"Him?" Gregorovitch wiped away his tears and said sorrowfully:

He's dead!

"..."

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